Shimizu Japan

I guess port stops will be coming more frequently for a while.  We pulled in bright and early.  Had a leisurely breakfast on the Lido and then off to the races.  Not really racing, it just seems frantic because nobody knows the area or the language.  Street signs are in Japanese (imagine that).

Life imitating art.

  

Watched this guy sifting through soil.  Reason unknown.

We took a shuttle and then a train and then a bus and poof; we were at an old shrine.

Shrines don't do much for me unless I understand why they should be significant.  Just being old doesn't really do it for me.


The architecture is cool and I appreciate that, but I'm not a fan of heathen religious artifacts.  Does that make me a bigot?

Hardly any signs are in English.  I think they're not interested in tourists.  Riding trains and buses remind me of S. Korea.  Nobody smiles or says anything.  Feels not you're not really there.

 Anh got in some shopping here.  And a few of us had a local beer.

So here it is almost 1400 and I need to post this before the ship leaves me here.


These are a couple friends of ours Ron and Ruth.  Resting bones.